i went to middle school once and cursed the devil back to hell after inadvertently letting him out and i can’t remember why i started this post.
Looking back on my middle school years I am absolutely certain there was something wrong with me. You know, other than being in that awkward tween stage.
That was the first time my mom let me do my hair myself after I begged and pleaded. It wasn’t pretty. My 6th grade year book picture makes my insides scratchy.
I’m sorry, Mom, for the hair thing. You were right, that whole growing my bangs out faze was the wrong thing to do at that time. And then the whole cut my hair and perm it like a poodle…
You were even more right about that. But you were so good about it. You amaze me.
I believed, when I was about 10 or so, that sticking my middle finger up meant I was cursing God. Like I said, I had issues. I don’t know where this belief came from, or why I considered what meant cursing God at all, but I was sure of it and I told my sister and her BFF, April, about it. And together the three of us cleverly decided that sticking our middle finger down towards the ground would equal cursing the devil (do you remember this, Carrie?). Because, you know, the devil lives in the ground and I know this first hand because Laurie told me in kindergarten and then we had a pool put in our backyard and after the guys dug the hole for it I was sure I saw the devil clawing his way out that night when I looked out my mom and dad’s bedroom window.
And although I can’t remember where I was going with this post, which seems to be happening a lot lately, you can now rest assured that, even though the pool digger guys let the devil out of the ground when they dug our pool and it was partly my fault because I really wanted the pool, April, Carrie, and I cursed the little firey sucker back to hell with our middle fingers. I guess we thought they were like superpowers or something.
And people think homeschooled kids are weird…
So all is well there. And if I remember what I was writing this post for, I did have an objective originally, I’ll do another post about it later. It was probably awesome and you guys are all missing out on awesomeness now.
Dang.
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Have you had some sleep lately? More than a pot of coffee? Just checking.
Not sleeping great – have bouts of insomnia and going through one now. Why do you ask?
Sounds like you’re in need of an exorcism or something.
And personally I loved this post because I remember being so rebellious as to hang my hand out the window flipping the bird to all and sundry because ya know…I was bad.
I’m pretty sure that path of deviant behavior led me straight to eating rum filled candy with my friend after we smuggled our contraband into the movie theater. Which then led me to drinking nonalcoholic wine in styrofoam cups parked at the local elementary school with another friend.
I was a danger to society.
Rum filled candy? Nonalcoholic wine?
Wow!
You were one of those kids I warn my kids about.
And the exorcism thing…
Does Rob have any connections?
HAHAHAHA!! That is so funny. I do slightly remember that. But only because you mentioned it.
I distinctly remember you and April standing in line on the bus waiting to get off, pointing your middle fingers to the ground. I wonder if she remembers this.
I’m trying to recall silly things we did as children so I can write them on the blog and remember them forever. So if you remember anything let me know so I can post about it.
I sent April a message on Facebook to check out that post. I bet she will remember that.
Did she ever say if she remembered it or not?
I think I raised some really strange kids.
I just came across the first tape we ever made with our famous VHS cam corder. “Lifestyles of the Poor and Unknown”
Now I am sure I raised some really strange kids.
I totally remember that video like it was yesterday! We were so giggly.
Yeah, I guess we were strange. At least I was, I mean, I am strange.
Whatever. I’ve tried to be not strange. It’s not as fun. So I’m cool with it.
I don’t know if she ever read the post. I told Frank and he laughed at us.
Yeah, Kait thought I must have been really ridiculous to think that. I was such a weird influence on you, I think. Not bad so much, just weird. Ryan just got done with a really awful school so I don’t know what he thinks about it. I’ll ask when he gets a chance to read it.
Mom I think I might have to borrow that tape. We still have a VHS player and the girls would probley enjoy watching us as kids.
I think I have a copy – dad gave it to me or something. I would check to see for sure if it was on the tape he gave me but I don’t have a VHS player because that’s, like, so olden days. I really should get a new one though. They’re only like $.50 at garage sales now.
And you are saying “olden days” to someone who grew up with a transistor radio that got only one station, a record player, and was in the sixth grade when she saw her first color tv. We actually had a phone that only came in black, was hooked to the wall, had a dial, and we were on a party line.
Now those are “olden days.”
I would classify those as the “good old days”.
I do still have a record player. One time one of the kids’ friends saw it and some of those Gremlins records and asked “what does that do?”
I asked, “You don’t know what a record player is?”
She said, “A what?”
Made me laugh.
I thought the olden days were back when a pig was allowed to live in the house with the family on an Irish farm.
Definitely the Irish farm, Kait. Definitely. But I think the pig might have been a cow.